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It'll never be for me what it is for Logan. That sense of freedom. Of flight. I come out here because it's relaxing. Because I like the water. The speckly, sparkly surface of the waves. Cool rushing salt water and that dull roar blocking out everything else. It's quiet out here because it's so damn loud. The whole damn island might break apart and out here, I might not even notice. I'll never be great at it, but I'm okay. Good enough, and it's not like I'm out here to impress anybody anyhow.
It'll never be an escape... that perfect feeling of release like it is for Logan, but for what its worth, riding on a board out here in the water today... it's enough.
Today's my fucking birthday. Twenty years old. Big fucking milestone, right? Whatever, there are a lot more important things going on. Things that swell up and overshadow the coming of some stupid tradition... A day I stopped giving a shit about a long time ago. Nearly two years ago I fell out on the sand, sprawled and stupid and bleeding... Nearly a year ago Logan and me got married, and really, what the fuck was the point? Ten years... plus two now, and shit, if its not all just a whole heap of time ticking away, hurling toward fucking oblivion...
Or whatever.
I wipe out. Its a good one, world tilting on its axis and the ocean swelling up around me, and for a second or two I'm distracted by the light filtering down through the water, diffused by the waves 'til its just a soft, yellow glow. I come up with my lungs burning, blinking water out of my eyes and dragging myself and my board up onto shore. It's still early, but by now, after letting the water wash away my sins or whatever the fucking hell its supposed to do...
I'm ready to go home.
[It's Neil's birthday but he doesn't care enough to make a big deal about it. Old friends would be appreciated, but new are welcome too. ST/LTs are a-okay, and you can find him in the water, on the shore, or anywhere between the beach and the Hamlet. He's easy, like always.]
It'll never be an escape... that perfect feeling of release like it is for Logan, but for what its worth, riding on a board out here in the water today... it's enough.
Today's my fucking birthday. Twenty years old. Big fucking milestone, right? Whatever, there are a lot more important things going on. Things that swell up and overshadow the coming of some stupid tradition... A day I stopped giving a shit about a long time ago. Nearly two years ago I fell out on the sand, sprawled and stupid and bleeding... Nearly a year ago Logan and me got married, and really, what the fuck was the point? Ten years... plus two now, and shit, if its not all just a whole heap of time ticking away, hurling toward fucking oblivion...
Or whatever.
I wipe out. Its a good one, world tilting on its axis and the ocean swelling up around me, and for a second or two I'm distracted by the light filtering down through the water, diffused by the waves 'til its just a soft, yellow glow. I come up with my lungs burning, blinking water out of my eyes and dragging myself and my board up onto shore. It's still early, but by now, after letting the water wash away my sins or whatever the fucking hell its supposed to do...
I'm ready to go home.
[It's Neil's birthday but he doesn't care enough to make a big deal about it. Old friends would be appreciated, but new are welcome too. ST/LTs are a-okay, and you can find him in the water, on the shore, or anywhere between the beach and the Hamlet. He's easy, like always.]